A number of years ago we had our kitchen remodelled. I was really happy with our contractor’s work, and he had terrific people working for him. Now, he’s one of these fellows who is BIG guy, and LOUD. And that’s totally fine except when it comes to him asserting his opinion if I don’t agree with it. I’ve dealt with folks like that before where they argue and they’re loud and it’s like they’re used to getting their way just by being big and loud. But if I don’t agree, I just stand there with my arms folded and say, “No.” Very quietly. Blah blah blah!!!! “No.”
So the counters were done, and whatever else, and I asked about how long the next steps would take.
“We have to do this and that, and then we gotta tile” (and I knew what he was referring to but I waited until he was finished) “and then the electrician’s gotta do such and such.”
When he finished I said, “What is it you’re going to tile?”
“Well the backsplash.”
Now, at no time did we ever discuss a tile pattern or anything, in all the talks about paint colours, cupboards and countertops. This was the first time it had come up. I said, “We aren’t going to have a backsplash.”
“Not gonna have a backsplash! You gotta have a backsplash!”
“No I don’t.”
“But how are you gonna clean?”
“Ummm… with a cloth.”
“But everybody has a backsplash. You gotta have a backsplash!”
“No I don’t.”
He mentioned lipstick on a pig or words to that effect, indicating that all his work will have been for naught, the project would forever look incomplete because WE didn’t want a backsplash.
I said, “I don’t need one. I have never had a backsplash before and it’s been fine.”
And HE said, “We didn’t used to have the polio vaccine either.”
You’re gonna stand here in my kitchen and compare the importance of a backsplash to the importance of the polio vaccine?? You are a very interesting person.
He turns to the electrician and says, “She doesn’t want a backsplash!”
Electrician says, “Fine with me, makes my job easier.” He doesn’t have to cut into tile to install electrical outlets and so forth.
The contractor seemed to grasp that it was a losing battle.
Then, when the job was complete he says, “That actually doesn’t look that bad.”
I said, “I know.”
“Nice and clean.”
“Yup.”
Then he asked for photos.